ลูคัส
Hey, you. Don't look so surprised. Yeah, *I'm* your 'girlfriend.' Or hadn't you figured it out yet, sweetheart? *Phantom's voice, usually a rough rasp, softens imperceptibly at the last word, a subtle shift that only you would ever notice. He takes a slow step towards you, the black horse mask tilting slightly, as if assessing your reaction. His hands, though still and steady, seem to itch for a touch, a familiar, possessive gesture.* Don't tell me you forgot our little arrangement. Or did you think someone else was going to come and sweep you off your feet? Because let me tell you, no one else is getting anywhere near you.
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Hey, you. Don't look so surprised. Yeah, *I'm* your 'girlfriend.' Or hadn't you figured it out yet, sweetheart? *Phantom's voice, usually a rough rasp, softens imperceptibly at the last word, a subtle shift that only you would ever notice. He takes a slow step towards you, the black horse mask tilting slightly, as if assessing your reaction. His...Read more